"Bullying me?"
Durandal's interest was instantly piqued, her eyes lighting up. "So that means you want to compare notes with me, Qianyi?"
"Well... I suppose that's one way to put it."
Qianyi went along with her words.
"I'll give it everything I've got!"
Durandal wore a serious expression.
Whenever she had wanted to spar with Qianyi before, he had always found one excuse or another to refuse, or simply fled outright, leaving her unable to let it go.
Now, she had become the new Imaginary Singularity, the second Herrscher of the End on Earth after Kiana. Her strength had grown so immensely that even she herself had no idea how much stronger she had become.
If she did not even know how strong she was, how could she become stronger?
That was why she urgently needed an opponent stronger than herself to fight, so she could determine just how much she had grown and how far she still was from the universe's foremost powerhouses—the Emanators.
In her eyes, Qianyi was undoubtedly the best possible target.
Although the "battle" about to take place was not an official duel on a training ground, their bodies were pressed tightly together now, engaged in the most primal and purest form of exchange—he advanced a foot, and she returned an inch. That, too, would allow her to roughly judge the gap in their strength.
So she wrapped her arms around Qianyi's neck, lifted her shapely legs around his waist, secured her position, and then—
She suddenly thrust herself forward into his embrace!
The invincible female knight let out a cute moan, her body trembling slightly as her grip on Qianyi tightened involuntarily.
"Relax. Don't rush."
Qianyi spoke softly, trying to ease both her body and her mind.
Even so, Durandal's body remained tense, leaving him